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(Basketball thumping)

(Cheering)

(Sneakers squeaking)

(Ball whooshing)

(Ball clanking)

(Net swishing)

(Buzzer blares, crowd cheers)

We're in the finals.

We're going to provincial finals, baby!

Thanks to our star shooting guard!

KC!

(Laughing excitedly)

That's my name. Don't wear it out.

Don't wear yourself out.

Um, I want a hug n' twirl, too!

Or at least a kiss.

My, my. Someone's popular.

I guess there's a first time for everything?

(Door chime rings)

Hey, Marco!

Or, should I say, "hey teach"?

Hey, that's student-teach to you.

Ready for your first day of Degrassi, again?

Who's your placement with?

Perino.

(Chuckles) You need this.

As if I wasn't nervous enough.

At least you won't be hungry. I saved you the last scone.

Thanks, H.J.!

Hey, I thought you worked the P.M. shift.

Oh, I'm not working.

Declan here can't do without his morning Dot java fix.

Did you catch "So You Believe You Can Boogie" last night?

Uh, yeah. Yohan? So dreamy.

Well, hate to be the responsible one,

but if you guys don't boogie,

you're gonna be late, so...

(Grimacing) Wish me luck!

You won't need it.

You've got a built-in fan base.

(School bell rings)

Holly J.: As if you needed an excuse to break out your bikinis,

our finals-bound midget boys basketball team

will be sudsing it up

at the athletic association's car wash.

Make sure to spread the word

and get your family and friends to come out.

(Giggling)

My half-brother's here with his truck

and he's been mudding all weekend!

Sounds dirty.

The truck, I mean.

When do I get to meet your family?

My parents aren't really around.

Uh, but he has me.

Uh, one question- What is mudding?

One, take pickup truck, two, drive through mud,

three, it's awesome.

Sounds awesomely awesome.

You should come some time.

Kyle, these are my friends, Clare and KC.

Oh, you're KC?

Ah, the man, the legend.

Mucho chatter about you in our house lately.

Shut up, Kyle.

(Horn honks)

(Radio blaring)

Is that coach's girlfriend?!

Help me with something in the trunk, boys.

Our team jackets!

Where are you going, KC?

I couldn't afford one,

what with the stock market tumble.

It's cool.

Ladies...

Clare and (Squealing)

What are you gonna do about it?

Get him, Clare!

KC, you're dead!

(Yelping)

Watch your back, establish dominance early,

otherwise these kids will eat you up alive.

Thanks, Dom,

but there's been a lot of progress made

in classroom management techniques

since you were in teacher's college.

It's your funeral.

I appreciate the support.

(Inhaling deeply)

People! Like to introduce myself.

I am Marco Del Rossi.

Now, call me Marco.

Mr. Del Rossi is my dad.

Is he a midget, too?

(Laughter)

Hey, you know what they say-

the shorter the man, the bigger the brain?

How tall are you?

Ooh...

Down to business.

So, did you guys know that right here in Toronto...

(Low hum of chatter)

Do I have something on my face?

(Chuckling) Here, Mr. Lincoln,

let me wash that off for you.

(Water spraying) It's on, Guthrie!

(Giggling)

(Sponge splashes)

Man, I am soaked!

I totally have to get Jenna back!

I think that's exactly what Miss Flirty Flirt wants.

What?

Clare, we're just playing around,

having fun.

You should try it.

I am trying.

Here.

I'll help.

(Clare shrieks)

KC! How was that fun?!

I lost my contact!

It fell out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful!

Turn the water off.

Jenna, we can't have you scrubbing cars all one-eyed.

KC, it's fine.

Jenna, your butt crack's showing.

I have spare contacts inside.

(Crowd chattering)

You totally rocked the class-bah.

You treat students like adults,

they will respect you like adults.

Totally. I should know.

I'm swamped with near grown-up responsibilities-

Babysitting biz, student council,

this athletic banquet tomorrow night.

I'm a chaperone!

We could show off our dance moves.

Nope, I can't go.

Unless you give me an extension on Perino's essay?

(Chuckles)

It's not really my jurisdiction.

Please, Marco?

It's been so long since we've had a teacher

who really remembers what it's like.

(Resigned sigh)

Okay, extension granted.

One day only!

(Happy grunt)

So...?

We got the extension.

We?

The way your game's improved,

you better start practicing smiling for the NBA cameras.

"Smiling just lets the world know you're scared."

Little tip from my jailbird dad.

Hold up. Your dad's in prison?

Mommy too.

Drugs are bad.

So am I apparently.

Hey, what the hell are you talking about?

My girlfriend keeps getting mad at me.

She never used to.

It's my fault.

I looked at another girl like... once.

KC, having eyes for other girls doesn't make you bad.

It makes you 15.

Come on, the blonde cheerleader?

I get it.

You don't get anything, coach.

And it's none of your business, okay?

Sorry, champ. I'm just trying to help.

(Doorbell chimes)

What are you doing here?

Just...

Tell me what happened at the car wash.

(Sighing)

You really don't know?

We were all having fun, then you lost your mind.

What's up with you?

Jenna's trying to edge me out

and you're letting her.

Clare, nobody's edging anyone out.

I'm allowed to be friends with other girls, you know.

And flirt with them, too?

You know, coach thinks it's normal

to look at other girls.

Really? So do you do everything coach says?

No.

But we just make each other mad.

What do you mean?

If we can't be happy...

maybe we shouldn't be together.

So we're breaking up?

Yeah, I guess we are.

I'm sorry.

(Sniffs)

Just tell me one thing.

How long have you liked her?

I tried not to, Clare.

Sure.

(Door bangs shut)

If it helps,

think of the Yonge Street rebellion

as a celebrity feud with pitchforks!

Fitz, my good man.

So we're getting an extension on this essay?

'Cause Holly J. And Declan got one.

(Murmuring)

Sweet, now I can gear up for the banquet tonight!

(Students murmur happily)

I am not spending my weekend marking essays

because you can't sprout a backbone.

It's not that black and white.

You know what's black and white?

Your evaluation that I type.

(Students laughing)

Okay, guys, sorry,

but your essays are due today via e-mail at00 P.M.,

before the athletics banquet.

Now that's what I call classroom management.

(Bell rings)

Hey, nice pants.

So, your team doing good?

Yup.

Your coach came by.

He left something for you.

(Package snaps)

Right on.

Did he buy you that?

I guess so.

He's, uh...

He's pretty awesome.

I'm gonna be late.

Curfew is still30.

Hit me again, spin.

Careful, little buddy. You'll be up all night.

I may have to be.

Chaperoning the banquet, marking papers...

You're officially "the man."

(Door chime jingles)

Hey, how'd your essay go?

It didn't.

What? Why?

Look, I know you have to treat me like everyone else

when we're in class.

Because you're a student, Holly J.

Yeah, I know.

Us kids can be so frustrating, so...

I'll just hand it in tomorrow?

No big?

Let's go. Gonna be late for the jock jam.

See you there, Marco. (Blows kiss)

(Frustrated) Ugh!

Marco, even for Holly J., that was...

(Imitates a whip cracking)

Guess I need a new lesson plan.

(Music thumping)

Hey, superstar.

You got a jacket. You steal it?

I got it totally legit.

Nice threads.

Thanks.

You didn't have to do this.

You earned it. Be proud.

I broke up with Clare. We're- We're too different.

One thing I can tell you,

is you gotta go after the things you want.

Maybe I will.

Give it up for Coach Carson!

(Applauding)

(Cheering loudly)

Welcome to a celebration

of an amazing athletic year at Degrassi.

You know, the first thing I look for in a player

is a love for the game,

and these guys have it in spades.

It's more than a coach could ever ask for.

Their commitment, combined with dedication

and hours of hard work...

Hi.

I like your jacket.

I like your... everything.

Give it up for, KC.

(Booming voice) KC Guthrie! Get up here!

You just won most improved player!

(Applauding and cheering)

(Wolf whistles)

(Cheers and applause continue)

Um...

Panthers rule!

(Cheering wildly)

Star guard and a bouncy cheerleader...

(Sniffing)

Oh, I smell a power couple in the making.

Yeah, so powerful they pushed KC's girlfriend

right out of the way.

That's not how it is.

Jenna, you've been trying to steal KC since day one.

I guess all it took were a pair of pom-poms, huh?

You don't know anything about anything, Alli!

I know exactly what Clare's face is gonna look like

when she finds out about this!

I'm gonna go get some punch.

Tough crowd, huh?

Hey...

You and your girl wanna get out of here,

get some privacy?

My room key.

Room 309.

Take your time.

Oh.

Jenna.

Wait up.

(Door opening)

Look at the size of the bed!

There's a whirlpool tub. (Laughing)

Oh, look at this!

You know that's probably a $10 chocolate bar.

When I know what I want...

I go after it.

(Door opening quietly)

Uh...

Coach!

Just wanna grab my wallet.

I don't want to interrupt. Pretend I'm not even here.

(Exhaling nervously)

I should head back to the party.

It's almost my curfew.

Hey, don't worry.

While we're here,

I've got a few thoughts on a new play.

Let me give Todd a call,

tell him I'll drive you home later.

Awesome.

Jenna, is that okay?

Sure.

I'll see you later.

Hey, Todd, it's Coach Carson.

I'm here with KC at the athletics banquet.

Yeah, yeah, he just won most improved player.

Yeah, great job.

Listen, I was wondering

if you could extend his curfew for the night.

(Dance music plays)

Holly J.: (Giggling)

(Clearing throat)

Marco.

I was just about to go to the washroom.

No more avoiding me, young lady.

I guess you'll be taking the zero?

What?

Everyone else handed in their assignments on time.

(Sighing) What's wrong with you?

Nothing. Just doing my job.

Okay, first you said I could have extra time,

and then you took it back.

What am I supposed to believe?

Fine. We compromise.

I'll submit your paper for marking

if the time stamp on your e-mail falls before midnight.

Tonight?! That only gives me-

Two hours to finish.

Hope you've done your research.

(Miffed gasp)

Marco, you are such a... teacher!

That's Mr. Del Rossi to you.

(Players' voices on TV)

You gotta cover the drop.

You take a breath, then shoot.

Okay, coach. Got it.

You brought all your stuff.

I'm staying here while I coach at Degrassi.

I'll move on after the finals.

Gotta keep mobile.

Oh. That sucks.

Let's enjoy the time we got left.

(Bottles clinking)

Here...

Don't tell the rest of the team, okay?

(Bottles opening)

I only drink with my most improved players.

Okay, yeah.

To you.

Killing it on the court, and to our new friendship.

Cheers. To victory!

I remember my first day of teaching.

Did you bring your own strap?

Try guitar.

I had them sitting in a circle on the floor,

and it was algebra class.

(Laughing) And you thought I was soft.

No, it's not about being soft,

or a hard-ass, for that matter.

It's about being what these kids need.

A teacher?

They have plenty of friends.

Hmm.

Thanks, Dom.

That's Mr. Perino.

Right.

Hey!

Leave room for the holy ghost.

What ghost?

Just not in front of a teacher, okay?

(Cell phone buzzing)

(Burps)

Excuse me.

Oh, no excuse required.

I'm not your grandma.

It's almost midnight.

I should get home.

Sorry, buddy, can't drive.

the brews went down too easy tonight.

(Chuckling)

Hey, why don't you crash on the pullout?

If you think that's okay.

Hand me your phone. I'll call Todd.

(Cell phone beeps)

What is it?

"Going home. C U tomorrow. Kisses, Jenna."

Kisses. (Chuckling)

Sorry I interrupted earlier.

(Chuckling)

Whatever. I mean, you know.

Sucks, right? When you get all riled up

and you gotta stop?

Not that I would have had any idea what to do next!

Well, then how about we get you some visual aids?

Hello, adult pay-per-view.

You like blondes, right?

"Betty does Barcelona."

It's a good one.

(Cheesy sultry music plays)